tag:pinkfairycakes.blog.co.uk,2009-11-07:/MokoFeed2009-11-07T21:52:02+01:00tag:pinkfairycakes.blog.co.uk,2008-03-27:/2008/03/27/the-reality-never-lives-up-to-the-promis-3947574/pinkfairycakes2008-03-27T03:21:24+01:002008-03-27T03:21:24+01:00 <p>This feels slightly Carrie Bradshaw.<br> <p class="right"> Which is fucking Brilliant.</p> <p class="center">A form of escapism from the manotomy of the day. 02.02am.02.03am. I fucking HATE that. I type a truth one second and the next it's a lie. Jesus. Talk about sweating the small stuff. The whole world is screwy, and I worry about the difference between 2 and 3. </p> Today, was shit. lets not delve into it further and digress.<br> <p class="center">I want <em>him</em> to tell me he loves me...like he'd die for me a million times over, like nothing else matters, like the whole world stops turning because of <em>me</em> like he fucking means it. i've waited so long to be with him, and i know its fairly early, but i think overall its safe to say that the problem with men is, the reality, never lives up to the promise. i want real love, the type of love thats ridiculous, inconvenient, time consuming, can't-live-a-minute-without-each other love. And i think maybe it's here, it just needs a bit of growth...<em>patience?</em> </p> Right now life feels a bit bland, what is it? what are we doing? and why are we doing it? It's like i'm working my way through the days and gettin where, <em>nowhere</em>. Life...its the bit between me and achieving my dreams. 2 of which i'm almost fulfilling. the other i don't know. and when i do fulfill them, no doubt they'll be something else. another goal...but why, why the drive to live </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://pinkfairycakes.blog.co.uk/2008/03/27/the-reality-never-lives-up-to-the-promis-3947574/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>